In this
story, you will meet Esohe Osawe, a woman in denial of the sizzling attraction
growing within her and Yomi Alade, a man who fully intends to capture her
heart. But their journey is not drama-free. Join Esohe and Alade as they
work through their emotions in His Ring.

Peeping out from her bedroom window
to watch the tattoos on Yomi's chiselled chest and the play of muscles across
his abs and arms as he works out, is Esohe’s guilty pleasure. But she denies
her sensual attraction for good reasons.

Her son, her work and re-settling in
town are all she cares about.But as
days turn into weeks, can she stop thinking about the man who has her emotions
tangled?

One
woman is all the sexy Yomi Alade wants and he will give anything to have her.
Only she is smart, intelligent and out of his reach. When he finds out there's
an opening in her new home, he quickly shows up to offer his service. Now he
must figure out how to spoon the dark beauty to his side and never let her go.
But there are truths she must not uncover.

~ From
the Author of INDECENT ~

Ignoring
her son’s sulky expression, Esohe made a quick call to her office and told them
she was running late.

‘Alright
Shawn, I’ll take you school today. Get dressed and come down for breakfast.’

‘Mum, I
don’t think you should bother,’ her son said as he pulled on his blazer and
knotted his tie in front of the giant-sized framed mirror.

Shawn was
only in year five, but he acted as if he was in sixth form. He must have
inherited the attitude from his grand mum because she had been quite
level-headed at his age.

‘Why not?
I’m your mum and I want to fix you breakfast. I accept that I haven’t been
around much since we moved in here, but I want to start to repair that lapse
now.’

Picking up her bag and keys from the floor,
she ran down the stairs. Looking at her wristwatch, she reckoned Shawn still
had well over twenty minutes before he had to be in school.

At the foot
of the stairs, she came to a screeching halt. The sight a few yards in front of
her left her speechless and breathless in one fell swoop.

In her
bespoke kitchen, the man she’d seen through her bedroom
window picking weeds and digging flower beds only an hour ago in stained
green t-shirt, dark shorts, muddy boots and gloves now looked like a celebrity
TV chef preparing breakfast on live television.

Now dressed
in a white long sleeve shirt—rolled up to reveal complicated tattoos on his
fore­arms­—and blue jeans, Yomi had her purple apron tied low on his waist.
Music filtered out from the surrounding speakers and he moved his head to the
tune.

At her
drooling mouth, Yomi flashed her a winning grin as he stirred the bubbling
liquid in the milk pan on the five ring induction gas hob.

Looking to
her left on the breakfast bar where they ate quick meals, there were two plates
set, complete with cutlery and mugs. Taking in the scene, she understood why
her son had dismissed her belated offer to prepare his breakfast.

Her
gardener had extended his scope of work to providing breakfast for her son and
doing school runs behind her back. Yomi had practically taken over the running
of her home.

Moved to
tears, she covered her face with both hands. Embarrassment and a tinge of anger
warred within her. She could not put her finger on exactly what she found so
appalling about the scenario playing out in front of her.

While she
stood like a robot on the last step, Shawn came bounding down the stairs,
looking at his wristwatch at the same time.

‘Hi mate,’
Yomi called out to Shawn who was pulling his schoolbag over one shoulder.

In her
head, Yomi’s voice was like hot syrup flowing through her veins. Confused and
shocked, she searched for the best way to tackle the problem.

If she
asked her handsome gardener to get out of her kitchen, she risked offending her
son who was obviously settled into the routine of eating hot, freshly prepared
meals for breakfast.

‘Come over
and join us, Mum,’ Shawn called out as he dumped his bag on the black
Ceaserstone Quartz worktop.

‘Never
mind, I’m sure Yomi doesn’t have enough for three,’ she said in a faint
whisper.

‘There’s
always extra. Isn’t there an extra portion left, Yomi?’ her son asked, as he
went round and pumped the gardener on the arm like chummy friends did.

Her stomach
almost fell out. ‘This isn’t happening,’ she muttered under her breath.Yomi was
not Shawn’s friend by any stretch of imagination. He was here to tend her
garden not to play buddy to her son.

In fact,
what scared her more was the thought of Yomi playing dad to her son.